Sorry, I had an exam today so I've been busy preparing for that but here's the next chapter. Oh and also, I know the perfect moment to reveal the name so don't worry you'll know soon but not in this chapter, sorry~
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~Yoona's Point of View~

And just as swiftly, the boy pulled back, clearly as taken aback as I was.
Our eyes were locked in a mixture of uncertain feelings of shock and surprise, and something else.

He was the one to speak first.

"Oh-I-erm- no I shouldn't have done that!" 

Jungkook leaped off the bed with such speed causing me to flinch. 

"Jungkook-"

"NO!" He shouted, his face glaring but his eyes pleading. "Please- Please, you have to stay away from me." With that last statement, he bolted from the room, not leaving any time for me to even reply, as I sat there aghast. 

Come back. 

I wanted to tell him to come back, to kiss me, that he wouldn't hurt me. But, he was the most stubborn person under this roof and nothing would change his mind, nothing immediate anyway. Without even realising, a single tear had rolled its way down my cheek. 

I wiped it away quickly when a soft knock sounded on the door. 

"Yoona?" Jimin poked his head around the door, his fluffy hair falling around his face. "Is everything okay?" 

I nodded, even though it wasn't, not really. "Everything's fine." 

It was evident that he was curious; he was itching to ask what happened but chose not to and instead reached out a hand with a smile. "Come on, let's go downstairs, Namjoon hyung's calling us all."

The warmth of Jimin's hand was quite comforting, making a small huff release itself from my mouth when I reluctantly had to slip my hand away from his just before we entered the living room where everyone was sat, Jimin and I being the last ones to enter the room. Even Jungkook was there, although he ignored our entrance. Well, mine anyway.

Jin noticed the tensed muscles lining Namjoon's face and placed a gentle hand on the younger's shoulder in an attempt to relax him but the gesture only caused his brows to furrow even further. 

"These were found earlier today." Namjoon placed some photos on the table, and as soon as the members laid eyes on them, small gasps and sighs were emitted, breaking the silence of the room. 

Each photo held a different victim, each one tortured and bruised, darkly scarred. The common similarities being the black nails, black vacant eyes, and the fact that they all were completely devoid of life. 

"Oh god..." Yoongi picked up one of the photos to inspect it, before placing it back on the table with a groan. 

"This- she's- ugh," Taehyung rubbed his nose in frustration, running his hands through his hair after and smoothening the creases. "She's got people working for her, this can't have been her alone."

"Of course, she'll have a whole scale of people working under her, you know how good she is at persuasion and manipulation," Hoseok rolled his eyes, his usual happy demeanour now diminished at the sight of the gruesome pictures. 

"What do we do?" This was the first time Jungkook spoke, and the determination was clear in the boy's eyes.

"Well... these were out in the open, which means they were left specifically for us to find, which also means that she knows we're gathering information. She wanted us to see these," Namjoon gestured to the photos, but not actually looking at them. 

"I think we need to get more help," Jin sighed softly, and Namjoon's expression tightened before he also sighed. 

"I think you might be right," He whispered, and Jin nodded. "It's best - the more fighters we have, the better. We need to prepare; we don't even know how big of a scale this thing is that she's planning."

"It's big." 

All eyes swivelled to the dark haired boy. 

"She wouldn't do anything small. If she's going to plan an attack, it will be big." Jungkook muttered with conviction. No one asked how he knew, just silently agreed with him. I just kept my eyes trained on the floor, unsure about my place in all of this. 

"You." 

My head jerked up, looking straight at Namjoon. "You have something to do with this...I'm just not sure quite what it is yet." He tilted his head ever so slightly, scrutinising me and I could feel my cheeks burning from the unwanted attention from 7 pairs of eyes. 

"I don't know," I whispered truthfully, honestly confused and worried as to my importance in this whole fiasco. The less involvement I had in this the better for me, obviously, but of course I would fight alongside the boys when the time comes. Hopefully it wouldn't be soon. 

"Anyway, we can discuss this later. Come on Yoona, let's go do some training." Namjoon stood up, rubbing the nape of his neck and brushing down his trousers. I nodded, getting up as well, and the others quickly followed suit. 

"Let me go get my blade," I said before proceeding to hop up the stairs when Namjoon shook his head. "You left it in the gym last time, it's still there." 

I stood, dumbfounded. "I did?" 

Namjoon nodded again, chuckling at my puzzled expression. 

"Oh well," He shrugged, and I did the same, following him towards the oh so familiar training gym, not before catching Jungkook's eye. I tried to give him the 'we need to talk' expression, however the boy attempted a cold glare and turned away. 

Why are you doing this?

A sigh escaped my lips, but I couldn't help the tiny, wry smile that made its way onto my lips even though I was a little hurt. While the world was under a potential unknown threat,  here I was having boy troubles. Typical.